Selection of prose and poetry
Prepare to meander along the rivers of paradox
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New York, New York
‘We are lives that want to be lived’ says Catherine Price in her book The Power of Fun, how to feel alive again. I recently made a realisation that I had somehow drifted away from my old-self and that I wanted to reconnect with her. My understanding is that this sort of loss came as…
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Reflections on kindness and being ordinary
Be kind to yourself Why is it that we can be so hard on ourselves? It’s funny how much obvious it is to observe it in others and act accordingly rather than in ourselves. Funny isn’t the right word really, interesting too unspecific, perhaps ‘enlightening’ might start to describe it? Sometimes you need to see…
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Magic
Breaking free Letting the magic set The fulness of an instant A precious and fragile instant Free of tangible boundaries When you feel lost and suddenly you find yourself You are here You are expanding Connected with oneself With one’s inner voice Expanding inside out Afraid that with sharing may come soiling That the pure…
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Paradox
Love and hate Loved and lonely Committed and free Rational and creative Reliable and flexible The oak and the reed The oak and the reed and the sunflower The oak is rigid and steady The reed is flexible and bendy The sun flower bends towards the sun because that’s what it needs to grow And…
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Light
Glorious sunshine Savour The rare moments which are pure bliss Feel The sun warming up your skin Breathe The feeling of inner piece that makes you Smile You let it permeate through the cells of your being You let it pick the words that describe what it means Torn between living and sharing Your pen…
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Childhood poetry
Perfectionism Writing as a way to remember, uncover and heal To feel all the pain The internalised suffering of perfectionism To understand where it comes from and what it means Hearing it to better let it go And stop it from defining who you can be Not to blame but to help heal those who…
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Joy
The skipping of a child The innocence of a smile The bouncing of colourful beads Flying yet tethered The delight of a warm breeze The scent of a salty ocean The sea air in one’s hair Brushing all clouds away The warmth of the sun The perfection of an instant The harmony of one’s mind…
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Rain
You get out of the metro station You did not expect it It rains! Or does it hail? Do you have an umbrella? No. You can run. You can wait. You can growl. You can also look inside You decide to smile You step up and out onto the path You start singing You feel…
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Writing for knowing
It can be hard to know what you already know. To take the time to pause and let everything sink in. In the race of life, busying oneself one task after another, getting a sense of worth through movement. Breathing helps finding realignment. Listening to the white noise, closing one’s eyes and observing the shift…
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Happy 36
As a result of a combination of upbringing sets of conditions routed in rationality, critical thinking, science and curiosity, I can fairly confidently say that there are not many things that I am sure of. I understand that the way we think, know and feel is engrained in the interlinkages of experiences that make up…